The Corduroy Mtn. You Are The Boss of Me Donald Dunbar Maybe you'd like to be a bank teller, and count out money for old folk hobbled by their memories. Maybe you'd rather be an old man or woman, and have to explain yourself three times to the gardener. Maybe you enjoy moving your body and would like to get sweaty. You'd like being a gardener, eating a picnic lunch in the valuable garden. Maybe the provider role appeals to you; if so, perhaps be an organic vegetable, and provide for grocery shoppers your moist nutrition. You could be a shopper, and have a heart-attack embarrassingly in the check-out line. Be the paramedic shouting cusses as you pump your braided fingers on a chest, your ambulance careening through the dark streets like a monster. And on those particularly fateful nights when you Just Couldn't Save Her you sulk to the bar, tell the bartender "whisky, straight", or you pour the shot for the paramedic, if you are the bartender, and watch the paramedic's friend, who looks just like you, walk in, place your arm on the paramedic's shoulder, and sit down on the stool next to him. previous | next Added to The Corduroy Mtn. on January the Twenty Ninth in the year Two Thousand and Nine.